????: Hmm...I sense a great future death...and I know where it will take place...
???: What's the problem Voht, you picking up dreadful times?
Voht: Yes...a war...much pain and death. Upon the...Nazak kingdom and between the Zetrick kingdom.

They're preparing more mercenaries...and they have one brutal soldier on their team. All I know is that this time they are ready for the worst. My senses don't allow any further detail of such of the remaining information.
???: How do you know all this?

Voht: It's my job to know what type of terrible times that are up ahead. They must know...they must prepare for their defeat. And ready for the losses they will endure.

???: So...you know they're going to fail?
Voht: Perhaps...unless they have the ability to mold their fate to a brighter destiny.

???:I see...shall we warn them?
Voht: Yes at once. We can't risk any innocent lives lost to a war. Love that don't deserve to be involved.

???: Very well, come on. We got a long flight ahead. It would take you too long by foot. Zetrick kingdom is some hours away from here.

Voht: Thank you, Zok. Now make haste...we need to be ready anything that is thrown at us. If we're spotted, we may get attacked by...those evil Pokemon. Hurry...we must make haste. We don't want to waste any second of our time.
Zok: Will do.

*2 hours into travel*

Voht: Are you not exhausted, my friend? Considering the flight time, and the added weight to your back?
Zok: Yes, I could use a rest. Most importantly, I don't see any watering holes around. But I will push on.
?????: I guess that's a score for us!
Voht: Huh?

Just then the duo got attacked by a Pidgeot and dug it's talons into the Noivern's back. And making a crash. Voht stumbled a good 8 feet away from his partner. He was going to aid his friend...but then two more Pokemon jumped him. One other was a Banette...then the second was so dark it almost couldn't be seen.
????:Well looks like the news reporter isn't going to tell anyone anything.

The crude ghost type said, chuckling in that spine chilling voice of her's.

??????: Give me on good reason why I shouldn't kill you now...

Zok: Voht run, don't fight!
??????:I don't think your friend will get far. As for you...time to take your last rest.

??????:Now perish with the dirt!

And with that the mythical ghost stomped onto the Noivern's head. No telling if he died or not...but Voht was required to avenge his partner with a greater army. Not just one single Pokemon against 3 others.

Voht: Your death will not be in vain my friend. I won't let it...Zetrick kingdom will not be caught off guard. And I...will not forget you, nor will the righteous kingdom of justice.

The emotionally-pained Absol murmured to himself, dashing off to the kingdom himself. It was still quite a stretch away, but the air travel made the most part easier. Finally another hour of nonstop running, he reached the kingdom entrance. Guarded by an Aggron ans Pyroar. And they confronted him, which brought his travel to a halt.
Pyroar Gaurd: What business do you have here, Absol.
Voht: I.....am here to. *cough*. Report...terrible news. I sensed...pain...a war...*huff*. In...the near future. I must...report this...to the king!

He said with desperation and tiredness. But his voice did not lose energy. The two Pokemon looked at each other for a second. And then decided to let him in.
Aggron Guard: We're trusting you now...
Voht: I mean no...unhealthy intention...to the kingdom. Only salvation...and a solution.

They nodded and he dashed in. Once he got inside the main entrance of the kingdom, more guarding Pokemon gave him weary eyes. They may have been peaceful Pokemon, but trusting the outside world was rather difficult. Especially from Pokemon and Humans they've never seen. But since he was an Absol, they particularly trusted these ones.
King Quivan seemed to be constantly redirecting and commanding other individuals and almost never let him catch a break. But it was because he was a good king. And evil rulers are left bored and feared. Straying from their admirable kingship. This one was the opposite example. He didn't have a typical, cliche crown or fancy jewelry to represent his highness. Just an average looking Luxray with handsome, groomed fur, and a golden smile.

Keeping his humility, and welcoming all, even poverty stricken citizens and peasants.
But Voht had to interrupt and warn the king. Which seemed to stick him in the side, catching him off guard for the intrusion.
Quivan: What's the meaning of you interrupting me...
Voht: There...is a war. It will arrive in just 3 days time. I came to warn you and your kingdom of this terrible misfortune. You must prepare for the dread that awaits. For this type of death is stalking...cunning on those who do not acknowledge it's deceptive nature. My friend...*sigh*. I believe he was killed on our journey to report this message. They wanted to catch you off guard. And by the time your forces were ready, it would be too late to react. So I am advising you now. Be ready any second of their arrival...they will...fight.

Quivan seemed to lower his head in pain and sigh with sadness. He closed his eyes as he could see the pain his people would go through, and it's not their fault.
Quivan: Thank you for the warning. You and your comrade's efforts have been well appreciated. And for that-
Nezva: A war!? Dad let me fight this, this is EXACTLY what I've been training for! For the last 17 years of my life, this is my pinnacle opportunity!

She said rushing from another hallway and to her father. Presenting her request with ultimate enthusiasm. He let out a annoyed sigh and tries to shoo her off, seeing her motivation as unfit. And hurting him, as she was his Daughter. Seeing her such a successfully violent Mercanary seemed to be a very unfitting title for her. But, he could not control his daughter, she has carved her own destiny.

Quivan: No...Nezva, you've never fought in a war. You are godly powerful, but your arrogance will kill you...what's power when you don't have the skill to wield it.
Nezva: Ugh! No hope for the future! If you don't let me do this Father, your forces will die without me! Listen to me! I can aid the battlefield to our troops! We can win this! I just need you...to give me the order.

Nevza nearly begging her father to partake into this deadly time. It only seemed to pain him further, until he exhaled a mournful sigh. And order his guards to rid him of her presence.

Quivan: Get her out of here...off with your slumber Nezva.

He said to his royal guards, trying to get her out of his Throne room. She seemed to become more upset and becoming irrational.
Infernape Guard: Now Lass, make this easy for us and don't resist.
Nezva: Don't touch me!

She said backing off with a snappy tone, agrivated and Dissapointed. Walking back to her quarters with a moody stel. King Quivan sighed once again and turned his attention back to Voht.

Quivan: Thank you for sending this message. You can take shelter into my kingdom to remain hidden from the enemy. I know they want your head just as badly as mine.
Voht: Thank you...my king.

Feeling it appropriate to say, since he was under the king's protection now.